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Dream Sequence 3
by KB Ballentine

Fresh with yesterday's rain Cedar Creek chuckles
under mountain laurel, cardinals calling
through hickory and pine. You sigh my name,
and desire sizzles my blood, my breath,
bitter sting of nettles forgotten.
Sun warms the woods, your skin
dappled under luminous Catalpa leaves,
ants promenading spilled wine, apple core.


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